Gliding swiftly by
I almost missed him
Just a speck in my eye
A soundless passerby.
A loon is on the lake
He’s playing hide and seek
Dipping far below the surface
He swims a thousand meter lap.
He keeps you guessing
Watching.
Waiting.
Where will you see him next?
Like a momentary dream
A flitting fleeting thought
Shimmer glimmer into view.
What is that I saw?
Was that really real?
And when will it come back?